"I do not want my geography. I must do my history first," was the rebellious response.
"The history hour is past, and will not come again until to-morrow,"
Violet replied.
She knew that the child was very much interested in her history--she always listened attentively while she read it to her, and seldom had to be prompted in repeating it; but the lessons had all been a.s.signed for certain hours in the day, and she did not intend to break her rules or be governed by the caprices of this spoiled girl of twelve.
"I don"t care; I shall not do my geography until I have done my history," retorted Bertha, angrily.
"Bertha," said Violet, gravely, "we are going to do the lessons in their regular order every day, for if we jumble things we shall never have any system. Now, I hope you are going to do right, because only those who do their duty are happy. I know you are unhappy now because you have done wrong this morning, and it makes me sad also. We did not begin the day just as we should, but let us go on and finish it as well as we can, and try to do better to-morrow."
"No-o; if I cannot do my history, I shall not do anything else," the girl answered, defiantly.
"Very well," Violet said, coldly, "then there will be no lessons to-day, nor reading of any kind."
"Oh! aren"t you going to read to me from that nice book that papa brought to me yesterday?" Bertha demanded, anxiously.
"No, I cannot read to any little girl who will not obey me."
"I never obey anybody but papa," was the pouting rejoinder.
"Your father wishes you to obey me, Bertha, and--if you do not I shall be obliged to go away. I shall never ask you to do anything save what I believe to be right, and if you cannot give me your obedience I shall have to find some other little girl to teach."
A look of dismay pa.s.sed over Bertha"s face for a moment; but having always won the victory in all previous battles with other governesses, she imagined that she would win this, eventually.
"I don"t care--I am not going to do any lessons today," she said, shortly, and Violet felt severely tried--indeed, almost discouraged.
But she had made up her mind not to yield her point, and so kept quietly on with her work.
Bertha brought out her dolls and began to play with them, and for a couple of hours she managed to get on very well. At the end of that time she grew tired of being so by herself, and begged Violet to read to her.
"Come here, Bertha, if you please," Violet said, without replying directly to her question.
Bertha, wondering at the grave tone, went and stood before her teacher.
"Can you see my face, dear?" she asked.
"Yes," the child said, peering up at her curiously.
"Can you see my eyes?"
"Yes, I see them," Bertha replied, bringing her face very close to Violet"s.
"Tell me how they look."
"They look kind of--sorry, and your face is like papa"s when he is grieved and displeased with me."
"I am sorry and grieved; more grieved than I can tell you, to have had this trouble with my little friend," Violet said, sadly. "You know, dear, that you are not doing right, and that I should be doing you wrong and injury to let you have your own way. You would not respect me or believe me truthful if I should give up to you. I have told you just how the lessons must go on, and I shall make no change, and if you cannot do as I wish, you must amuse yourself as best you can."
"And you will not read me any stories at all today?" and there was a suspicious tremor in the young tones, for the child dearly loved this recreation, and Violet was a very entertaining reader.
"No; the stories only come after lessons, you know."
Bertha went thoughtfully back to her dolls, and played by herself until luncheon was brought up, when she sat down at the table and ate heartily, for by this time she was very hungry.
No mention was made of oysters, and Violet earnestly hoped that that battle would not have to be fought over again.
After luncheon, blocks and other playthings were called into service, and the child busied herself with them during the greater part of the afternoon.
Now and then she would ask some question of Violet, who answered kindly and pleasantly, but always without looking up from her work or appearing to be in the least interested in Bertha"s employment.
When twilight began to gather, Bertha left her toys and came to sit down by her teacher--who had now laid aside her work--her young face wearing a very sober look. After a while she slipped one hand into that of Violet, who clasped it kindly and drew her still nearer.
"Will you please sing me something, Miss Huntington?" the child asked, after a while.
"I should be very glad to, Bertha, but I cannot today," was the grave reply.
Nothing further was said upon that subject, and presently they fell to talking in a quiet, social way, and this was kept up until dinner was announced, when Violet and her pupil went down, as was their custom, to eat with Mr. Lawrence.
"How have the lessons been getting on to-day, little daughter?" Mr.
Lawrence inquired during the meal, and observing that Bertha was more quiet than usual.
The child grew suddenly crimson, hesitated a moment, and then said:
"I didn"t feel much like lessons to-day. Will you take me out for a drive to-morrow, papa?"
It was evident to all that Miss Bertha wished to change the subject introduced by her father, and Mr. Lawrence smiled as he glanced significantly at Violet, thus showing that he understood there had been trouble in the school-room.
"Perhaps so, dear," he answered. "We will see how the lessons get on to-morrow," and then he began talking of other things.
After dinner, however, he asked Violet if there had been any disturbance, and she gave him a truthful account of all that had occurred, remarking, as she concluded:
"I believed that if I could be firm at the outset and make the dear child understand that I must have her obedience, it would be better for all of us. If I had allowed her to conquer me in this, I am convinced that it would have been but the beginning of trouble, and I could be of but little service to her."
"You are right, Miss Huntington," Mr. Lawrence said, bestowing a glance of approbation upon her, and secretly well pleased with this evidence of her decision of character, "and it would have been far better if Bertha had had a firm rule like this from early childhood. All her other governesses have yielded to her, and I fear I have not carried as steady a hand with her as I should have done. Keep on as you have begun, Miss Huntington, and you will secure my unbounded grat.i.tude, if you can conquer this singular obstinacy which has seemed to possess the child all her life."
Violet was much relieved to find that he regarded her course of action so sensibly, and she felt strengthened to go on as she had begun.
The next morning the much-contested oysters appeared upon the breakfast-table, and they were broiled to a delicious flavor.
No remark was made about them until Violet put a bountiful supply upon a plate and told Mary to pa.s.s them to Miss Bertha.
"I do not want any oysters, and I shall not eat any," that young lady a.s.serted, much to Violet"s dismay, for she had flattered herself that there would be no trouble on that question that morning.
"Then give them to me, if you please, Mary," she quietly said, then helped Bertha to a nice bit of steak, which she requested the girl to cut up for her.
"I wonder if we are going to have yesterday"s experience repeated," the young teacher said to herself, but she could see by the expression on Bertha"s face that she was greatly disappointed at being taken at her word. She had evidently expected to be coaxed to eat her oysters, and when she was not, she was ashamed to ask for them. "I am sorry for her,"
thought Violet, with a sigh, "but I do believe the lesson will do her good, and will never need to be repeated."
She began to chat pleasantly upon other subjects, and the meal was finished in the most friendly manner.